Duck a l' Orange

Life goes on, floats among the wild reeds,
cattails guide the way around
edges barely defined. I could be

a duck in a small pond -
confused - mated to the wrong species,
with no desire to migrate -

no hunger for the open seas.
Every morning I would wait for you,
cast your old bread upon the water -

I would happily live on it.
I do not believe, you intentionally
devoured me. Love is weird

like that.


~Sabrina